"...Did you kill your sister?"
My eyes nearly popped out of my skull. "Huh?! What?! Why would I—now wait, why is that the first thing you think of?! Why would I kill my own sister?!"
Instead of replying, Seris simply shifted her crimson gaze back down to Sylvia. I followed her line of sight and looked down.
Because I was dragging her by the arm, Sylvia's head was hanging backward, her long hair sweeping the floor, looking exactly like a fresh corpse being dragged out of a crime scene to be dumped in a river.
My lips twisted in frustration. I let out a weak, tired sigh and looked back at the strange second-year.
"No, I didn't kill her," I groaned. "She just drank too much wine while complaining about you, by the way. Now I'm trying to take her back to her room."
"Anyway... what are you even doing here, Lady Seris?" I asked, glancing around the empty corridor. "It's the middle of the night."
